4 comments:

I love your bare-knuckled descriptions, the "nuthouse", the "fickle breeze" and the "surprise" in the final lines. Sorry I haven't gotten hip to your other blog until now. Do you have the book itself entitled 'Spring and All'? It's one of my very favorites: a fascinating hybrid of prose and poetry, explication and demonstration. No one can truly appreciate the red wheelbarrow who hasn't read it in the context of the whole book.

Thanks for reading this poem. Mark, your words mean a lot, you are a poet whose work I aspire to, so thanks. I do NOT have the book, though I have other collections, and will rectify that asap. Peace...

A nerve on fire...

Where I Hang

About Me...

By day, I'm an uptight and proper academic - you know, a publish or perish type who resides in tall towers with the likes of Rapunzul. In the evening, I morph into a lovable mom and wife, play with my children, hang with the hubby.
But when darkness falls and the house stills, I write.